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Found Poetry 1,091


rain sings from hilltops
reaching down the slopes
a window of a path attracts
like a hungry mouth
or rumor in the throat
nature does its thing
and we overflow
in a gleam

wade in the stream
a link to our host
fires that are green
with ripples that open and close

This poem was created from Walden by Henry Thoreau. Click here to get Walden.

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